Chapter 2

Don quivered in an awe of disbelief combined with sexual excitement, having been humiliated and discarded like a used condom by his domineering girlfriend, who’d taken great sexual pleasure in actually showing him the male who’d now fuck her liberally under her terms, his use to her, spent like the contents of that condom. Having watched her Stepmother thoroughly enjoyed that humiliation too, he found himself on his knees to just the sort of woman his masturbation fantasies had always desired ... the masochistic pleasure of his pre-marital cuckolding now more erotic than ever, as he sniffed at the cunt of a mature woman who’d told him she would now take control of him.

Madam Cordelia Aster’s cunt poked the clitoris which had seen service by the tongue of many a male, defeated of their former masculine arrogance, and put firmly in their place. Her slot oozed the lubrication of a wickedly dominant arousal, on knowing that the pathetically submissive male who now sniffed longingly at its heady fragrances, had no ties or baggage to prevent her taking complete ownership of him, a perfect selection by her Stepdaughter, and ready to be primed and made ready as her ticket to the Guild ... and a life of exquisitely extreme, dominant hedonism. She sneered with that anticipated satisfaction as she further tested the submissive level of her new pet.

“Strip naked! ... Now! ... I’ll choose whatever you wear from now on!” Don didn’t hesitate in beginning to discard his clothing, pleasing her by attempting to continue sniffing at her cunt as he did so - he’d not had an order from her to cease, after all, and his struggle in removing his underwear thrilled her, on seeing his meagre cock stand high in sexual reverence to her. At last naked, his flesh quivered as a sneering Cordelia reached back to a small curtain which she brushed aside, and pulled a sash-like rope, before sighing lustily as she studied her new prize, naked in obedience. Within moments, Don’s cock perked it’s erection high, his anus tingling as a door opened, and within his peripheral vision he detected three smiling women entering while he continued imbibing the spice of Cordelia’s cunt. He felt her hand on his head, turning his now blushing face toward the women.

“These are my household staff ... you’ll obey them as you do I, and will be at their service whenever required.” As the three looked down on him with looks of a blend of satisfaction and utter contempt, at seeing a male so obviously already under complete feminine control, Don’s cock perked high at seeing that the older of the three, a buxom and severe looking woman in her fifties, carried a long and flexible cane which she twirled impatiently as Cordelia then addressed them.

“This is Cleaton, he belonged to my Stepdaughter, but is now of no use to her ... being inadequate, and therefore surplus to her requirements...” She grinned as she sneered down at him, flexing her rosebud as she stood, longing to have its confined heat freed, and know the subservient attentions of his tongue.

“ ... he now belongs to me, and will also be put to good use by all of you, as part of his training.” She now pointed him to the first young woman, a sultry maid no more than twenty, blond haired and well endowed, her skin-tight black leggings expressing a lush camel-toe, openly betraying her sexual excitement at having a resident submissive male to dominate, as Cordelia’s stern direction pointed him to her.

“You’ll now kiss the feet of my household staff in recognition of their authority over you...” The contempt and excitement of the women blossomed as he scampered on all fours to the feet he’d been pointed to, servile, humiliated, and ripe for the uses which had their cunts in a rich arousal as he cowered to greet the first pair of tall heels.

“Kiss the feet of Madam Sarah, a Housemaid who’ll have many duties for you...” Sarah’s young face contorted with a smug and satisfied sneer as he eagerly plied his lips to the toes of the girl’s tall heeled shoes in absolute obedience, till Cordelia barked another order.

“Kneel Cleaton and accept the gift she has for you!” His balls longed to deliver their seed in submission as he gratefully lifted his head and took a gratuitous look at her divine young camel-toe, longing to sniff at it before raising his head to look at the pretty girl’s contemptuous gaze at him ... the gaze breaking into a spiteful grin as she produced a stuffed leather collar from behind her back, prompting another request from Cordelia, which was for Don’s humiliation, rather than an order for the maid.

“Collar him Sarah ... have him feel a token of his ownership!” Don’s boning cock dribbled a thread of pre-cum at the feel of the leather around his neck, as the delicate fingers of a girl who’d soon be showing him her authority over him, took ecstatic pleasure in buckling the collar nice and tight, her cunt oozing as she pulled the tongue through the brace and secured it. Cordelia then order him to the next excited woman.

“Now kiss the feet of Madam Tara, our Hospitalities Maid ... You met her at the door ... she’s going to enjoy teaching you to be at the beck and call of my female guests at functions.” Don showed no hesitation whatsoever, at making himself prone to the woman in the tight French Maid’s outfit, she, obviously adoring of her uniform, as the others were more casually attired. Tara was around thirty, also very shapely and though her uniform marked her as a servant, her stern attitude gave her an air if regimented authority ... her natural authority glowing as he kissed her feet. The chiffon clad Stepmother allowed him the thrill of kissing the maid’s feet in servility before smiling at Tara.